And the soft moon rose up slowly, and calmly she looked down XCVII.-NEW ENGLAND AND THE UNION. S. S. PRENTISS. 1. GLORIOUS New England! thou art still true to thy ancient fame, and worthy of thy ancestral honors. On thy pleasant valleys rest, like sweet dews of morning, the gentle recollections of our early life; around thy hills and mountains cling, like gathering mists, the mighty memories of the Revolution; and far away in the horizon of thy past gleam, like thy own bright northern lights, the awful virtues of our pilgrim sires! But while we devote this day to the remembrance of our native land, we forget not that in which our happy lot is cast. 2. We exult in the reflection, that though we count by thousands the miles which separate us from our birthplace, still our country is the same. We are no exiles meeting upon the banks of a foreign river, to swell its waters with our homesick tears. Here floats the same banner which rustled above our boyish heads, except that its mighty folds are wider, and its glittering stars increased in number. 3. The sons of New England are found in every State of the broad republic! In the East, the South, and the unbounded West, their blood mingles freely with every kindred current. We have but changed our chamber in the paternal mansion; in all its rooms we are at home, and all who inhabit it are our brothers. To us the Union has but one domestic hearth; its household gods are all the same. Upon us, then, peculiarly devolves the duty of feeding the fires upon that kindly hearth; of guarding with pious care those sacred household gods. 4. We cannot do with less than the whole Union; to us it admits of no division. In the veins of our children flows northern and southern blood: how shall it be separated?—who shall put asunder the best affections of the heart, the noblest instincts of our nature? We love the land of our adoption; so do we that of our birth. Let us ever be true to both; and always exert ourselves in maintaining the unity of our country, the integrity of the republic. Accursed, then, be the hand put forth to loosen the golden cord of union! thrice accursed the traitorous lips which shall propose its severance! 1. 7. Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, 9. Let us, then, be up and doing, XCIX.-AFFECTATION IN THE PULPIT. IN man or woman,-but far most in man, WILLIAM COWPER. What!-will a man play tricks,-will he indulge And just proportion, fashionable mien, Who handles things divine; and all besides, Though learned with labor, and though much admired By curious eyes and judgments ill-informed, To me is odious as the nasal twang Through the pressed nostril, spectacle-bestrid. 2. I venerate the man whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, That he is honest in the sacred cause. To such I render more than mere respect, Whose actions say that they respect themselves. To make God's work a sinecure-a slave C.-LEAP FOR LIFE. 1. OLD Ironsides at anchor lay In the harbor of Mahon : A dead calm rested on the bay, With gallant hardihood, GEO. P. MORRIS. Climbed shroud and spar, and then upon 2. A shudder ran through every vein, No hold had he above, below, Alone he stood in air: At that far height none dared to go : No aid could reach him there. 3. We gazed, but not a man could speak, In groups, with pallid brow and cheek, As riveted unto the spot Stood officers and crew. 4. The father came on deck,-he gasped, "This chance alone your life can save, 5. He sunk, he rose, he lived, he moved, On board we hailed the lad beloved, CI.-" CLEON AND I." CHARLES MACKAY 1. CLEON hath a million acres,-ne'er a one have I: 2. Cleon, true, possesseth acres,-but the landscape, I: 3. Cleon is a slave to grandeur,-free as thought am I: |